Poor boy Pick up

Poor boy Pick up

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 2, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
18-year-old Ash Gonzales grew up in a poor household without his mother and an abusive and neglectful father. The young teen turned to prostitution and adult broadcasting under a secret identity in desperate need for his own financial support during his senior year in high school. Will he be able to hide his secret and make it through his last year of school? Read more to find out. TW (Trigger Warnings!) -Prostitution -R!pe/Attempted -Trauma -Self Harm -Attempted Su!c!de -Abuse (Mental/Physical) -Bullying -Tr!fficking
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"I'll leave you alone." His words filled the tormenting silence, "After tonight you won't have to see me again, only in class and that's it." My heart ached at his words, why? This should be a good thing, I wouldn't have to deal with Alejandro Rodriguez ever again. So why... Why does the thought of him not being around hurt. I stopped playing with my food and slowly lifted my head to look at him. He stared straight into my watery eyes. His face filled with regret and concern. He stood up from his seat and walked over to me, squatting down to my level. "Hey, hey." He softly whispered his hands holding both of my mines, softly caressing them with his thumb. "Please don't cry, por favor." He reached a hand to my face and gently wiped the tears. "I-I don't want you to leave me alone." My voice breaking and my vision filling with tears. Layla Cruise, is the most popular girl in high school with a perfect life, people call her the Golden girl. Perfect curly hair, perfect boyfriend. However, thats what they see when she's at school. Remove the glam and glitter, wipe off the makeup and you'll find a trickle of bruises her boyfriend leaves her. TW: this story contains strong themes (SA, Language, and sexual content)

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